genshin smvt book (reupload)

broken vase, broken bottom // haikaveh

CW: rough sex and overstimulation, lots of degrading and stuff like that. click off if this is not your cup of tea. 

Al Haitham rolled his eyes as he cranked up the noise cancellation on his headphones. He smirked as Kaveh's voice slowly faded into nothing, yet his exaggerated movements remained.

Al Haitham closes his eyes for a brief moment, collecting the thoughts and feelings he has gathered throughout this confrontation. Organizing them neatly in a mental bottle.

His thumb gently flipped the switch on his cord, turning off the sound-blocking technology.

"Are you even listening to me!?" Kaveh's arms flailed wildly as he spoke.

"No."

A hand slammed into his chest and gripped the collar of his shirt. Acting on instinct, he swiftly grabbed the wrist, and in a few quick moments, Kaveh was now pinned against the wall with his hands held high above his head.

Kaveh grunted, "You stupid scribe!" His familiar harsh words were spoken in almost a hiss.

"I'm not the one picking stupid fights over the color of tiles." Al Haitham snapped in response, speaking through gritted teeth. He fastened his grip on Kaveh's slender wrists, digging his nails into the skin slightly.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I get the feeling you pick fights with me because you like how it feels when I finally crack and lash out at you." As these words escaped the scribe's lips Kaveh's face turned a burning shade of red. He looked away bashfully.

Al Haitham slid his free hand down the blonde's back, his fingers gently found their way to his ass, where he followed the gentle touch with a harsh squeeze. Kaveh let out a moan in response.

"You pick all these fights with me because you're an attention whore." He looked down and smirked maliciously, while the blonde looked back at him with wide eyes, a mix of terror and excitement intertwined within.

"Does it feel good? You got what you wanted." His free hand now gripped the architect's chin, forcing him to make eye contact. He dug his nails deeper into the skin whenever Kaveh did not return his gaze.

Kaveh finally let out the breath he was holding and nodded in response. "I'm glad, but I'm not done with you yet." His grin grew wider, and he chuckled under his breath before pulling Kaveh into a rough kiss. He released the grip on his wrists and slid his hand down his body; he now had a firm hold on Kaveh's waist. He pulled him closer to him and deepened the kiss. Kaveh let out a soft moan as Al Haitham bit his lip and roughly inserted his tongue into his mouth, causing Kaveh to gasp in shock before leaning further into the kiss.

When they finally broke for breath, Al Haitham put one of his arms above Kaveh's head; the other one remained on his waist. He smirked and pressed his waist into Kaveh's, bucking his hips slowly to grind on him. Kaveh let out a whorish moan in response, biting his lip and leaning into the touch.

"Is that all it takes to get you hard? Tch, Pathetic." The scribe spat through his shallow breaths.

"Why are you teasing me? I can't take it anymore!" The Architect whined desperately, leaning into Al Haitham more to make up for the lack of motion.

"You really are a dirty whore, do you know that?" The scribe inquired, pulling away from the architect, leaving him desperate and aroused with only the wall to lean on.

He muttered a few messy syllables before a coherent sentence was formed. "Yes, I do." He looked away, his face was bright red.

"Don't you think dirty whores deserve punishment?" Al Haitham smirked as he watched Kaveh squirm, and finally, he nodded his head.